The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

recoiled, my heart

was the twisted flicker of excitement that

betrayal, how it craved for any touch, any relief,

ragged and I knew I was

yet but the heat was too much and my mind was fogged by the need

friends jeered, their taunts mingling with the roaring

her,” one

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

and ran his index finger

and opened my mouth as he inserted his finger inside it,

my tongue up and down his

false sympathy as he turned

do anything to make

that right, Lyla? Do you

anymore, I pushed through them before

eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I didn’t look

get away, to find

solid wall of

lips but the words

was the

mine with a mix of

broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an indication of power and

hush fell over the

their stares and a sickening dread pooled in my

the third finger of his left hand and I

was a Lycan leader, but

the White Moon Throne – the highest rank in the werewolf

as I realized the

standing before the most powerful man in my world, with the scent of

a reprimand

for uncontrolled heat cycles especially

seen as a disgrace, a shame that could bring down the wrath of the White Moon

deep amber that seemed

instead of condemnation, his gaze held

reached out, pulling me up from the ground with

his voice sending shivers through

hand warm against my arm and my breath hitched

stammered but my body chose that moment

heat crashed over me, stronger than before

sagged against him, my vision blurring as

leader caught me, his grip was

now and I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his scent

cheeks flushed and found his gaze fixed on me with an

Time seemed to slow.

whispers and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked

flash of something raw and